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the quiet whale

11 Tuesday Jul 2017

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2013, 8*, air, breath, community, currents, echo, groundlessness, life, light, passing, quiet, silence, society, sound, speech, superhero, water, whale, windows

                there was a thirty year cacophony
                     storied and canyon
                     full of echo and window
                     and impossible superheroes
                but the giant fin e – ven – tu – all – y
                     passed gliding out of freeze-frame
                     the quiet whale drifting off
                                like a community

                                there is nothing left
                     the after-currents, the dwindling tendency
                     the receding cheers the gears the home-lights
                                                receding bobs
                                                no ground to
                                                stand from
                                                su – spend – ead

                                     but too
                     no need to hold my breath anymore
                                no need to stay submerged down here
                                                let this leaden air out
                                                to rise where
                                                it will
                                I will take in all water
                                                behind my ears
                                                               and reach anywhere
                                                                               through power
                                                                                                   of silent speech

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

air & passing wormhole: too greedy
breath wormhole: municipal garden
echo wormhole: occa / s / i // o / n / a // l // l // y
groundlessness wormhole: ‘let them slide off …’
life wormhole: step
light & society wormhole: Infantino / district of Gotham
quiet wormhole: slow enough / to have love
silence wormhole: St. Edmund’s / Parish Church / Castleton
sound wormhole: where else
speech wormhole: St. Mark’s flies flagpole upwards / with the forelegs hanging down obscene / reaching some height blindly to connect / out from the long-stalk tri-separating up- / to-seeded rounds of pod like acacia what / is it called “‘hogweed’ I-don’t-know- / what-it’s-called-but-goats-love-it-and- / it-makes-them-burp-a-lot”
superhero wormhole: bud
water wormhole: embodying
whale wormhole: gulp // spout // and recede
windows wormhole: to rescue something

 

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gulp // spout // and recede

19 Friday Jul 2013

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2011, 5*, acceptance, flow, justice, letting go, living, release, talking to myself, whale

 

 

 

                           gulp

                                          do not react
                                                     fight
                                                     complain anything that is wrong

                                          just swallow down
            the best thing I can do

                                                     but
                                          I haven’t been kind to myself
                                          I have swallowed
                                                     so
                                                     much
                                          I feel like a whale …

                           … then spout

                                          dive
                           revolve with the water
                                                     and recede
                                          without effort or gain

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

acceptance wormhole: in between
flow wormhole: unspectacularly / unexpectantly / undulatingly
letting go & talking to myself wormhole: what?
living wormhole: some steps
whale wormhole: chrysalissing

 

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chrysalissing

24 Thursday Jan 2013

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'scape, 2013, 8*, being, blue, breathing, breeze, childhood, echo, emergence, ghosts, grey, journey, lemon, life, lifetimes, living, mauve, olive, posture, role, rooftops, sitting, voices, whale, windows, wood

 

 

 

                           chrysalissing

out of a foggy life of past with just
      faint lemon lights of echo
I slightly formed vague and beguiled
      by object and window

out from the shift of role I saw
      that the whole of world
was a turning whale its form clear
      and hideous as it receded

out through the greying blue
      of bequeathed roles
decaying within the dark-wood panelling
      I searched for rooftops and breezes

out through the work to need I conceived
      mechanism sufficient to breathe
but found myself ragged and mumbling on the mauve and olive plane of squander
      ghostly to the machine

in through the tragedy of awkward shoulder oblique with neck and cranium
      and shoals of voice uniformly shifting
I settle back and breathe in through the enveloping odyssey
      homing at last

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

being & living wormhole: the rong way wround
blue wormhole: an event
breathing wormhole: radiator
breeze wormhole: fresh start
childhood wormhole: mlewis diptych
echo wormhole: 1973
emergence wormhole: 1974 – Greens / End Woolwich
ghosts wormhole: my struggle
grey & life & lifetimes & rooftops wormhole: in a / single / lifetime / sitting
lemon wormhole: backseat
mauve wormhole: let us mauve a whirl          elongated
posture wormhole: the posture
sitting wormhole: just
voices wormhole: here is a / whiney accumulation of / wisdom
whale wormhole: this whale
windows wormhole: two writing haikwo
wood wormhole: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get (1973) – tribute

 

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this whale

23 Saturday Jun 2012

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2011, 7*, acceptance, being, dancing, growth, identity, life, whale

 

 

 

                                              this whale

                                              which brushed past me –
                                              as big as a neighbourhood
                                              impossibly swimming
                                              mysteriously swimming
                                              but swimming – its huge fin just
                                              touched me imperturbable the way things
                                              are done imperturbable the way things are

                                              I have tried to create things –
                                              magnificent and inexorable –
                                              but the whale is nothing
                                              and my creations are nothing but
                                              swirls and currents

                                              there never was a whale
                                              there never is myself

                                              hold
                                              look

                                              turn into the current
                                              recede and disappear

 

 

 

————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–

acceptance wormhole: chartless …
being wormhole: ‘don’t …’
dancing wormhole: waltz
identity wormhole: meanwhile / this lost soul just / just keeps on living / day to day
life wormhole: tragedy

 

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"... the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful; it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe to find ashes." ~ Annie Dillard

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